Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.